The half-moon tree blooms in five hundred years and bears fruit in five hundred years. The love and hatred a thousand years ago are exchanged for the melee a thousand years later.
The gateless hell traps the seven evils in the world, but it cannot stop the unpredictability of the human heart.
She is just a ghost, but she has a fate that cannot be escaped. He is a king and has a mission. But he is willing to become a fox cat. He had a perfect tacit understanding with her, guarding the abyss of hell.
The two of them are living treasures in the world, and they are entangled by fate. Their laughter and laughter are nothing more than stories, and their love is unforgettable. Growth requires giving up eventually, but the price seems too high.
He said: "Damn girl, if I knew your eyes were so precious, I should have dug them out in the first place."
He was indeed a king, but he lived with regret for a thousand years. The cause he planted a thousand years ago will be the result a thousand years later.
When the bloody storm reappears, a war begins for survival, mission, race, good and evil.